Rape of the Young - Utopia

Hey mister exxon

Won’t you have pity

Won’t you have pity on the guiltless ones

Hey mister chrysler

Won’t you think about it Won’t you think about it?

judgment day has begun

What will become of tomorrow’s children

Who gives a damn for tomorrow’s children

Pay no mind, you just keep on takin'

Keep on takin''til there’s nothing at all

Sit on your hands and don’t say nothin'

Cover your eyes, you won’t see nothin'

Cry for the innocent sent to war

(don't tell a soul)

Shed a tear for the one’s waiting at the door

(they'll never know)

It’s the last generation of a world gone blind

(you better watch your tongue)

It’s the violation of the unborn child

It’s the rape of the young

Hey mister general

Can’t you find something

Can’t you find something else to do for a buck

Hey mister president

Nobody listens

Nobody listens 'til we’ve run out of luck

Nobody cares for unborn troubles

Why should you care, it’s too much trouble

You got yours so it just don’t bug ya It just don’t bug ya 'cause you won’t be around